Love means loving you when you touch the kitten's hanging hair under the streetlight at night;
Love is loving the grain of rice that accidentally sticks to the corner of your mouth while eating;
Love is loving the corners of your eyes that get wet every time you cry.
Xia Yu felt that she would never encounter this kind of love, this kind of concrete love, in her life.
Later, a foreign sister with blond hair and purple eyes would lie in her ear and say she loved her over and over again after she fell asleep. Only then did she realize that love should be like this.
Concept: Love does not care about gender